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To My Great Uncle George (poem)
By Paul Cameron
[Printer-Friendly Version] (In Memory of November 11, 1918)
Gassed in the trenches on Armistice Day,
You and your buddies huddled to stay low
With gas masks secured you knelt down to pray
One hundred years ago
And in the autumn morning sun
In a trench like ducks in a row
Each one of you clinched a gun
One hundred years ago
At the eleventh hour on that day,
The guns were silenced as you know,
And the fighting began to fade away
One hundred years ago
Fallen comrades not to ever grow old,
Always remembered their sacrifice to the foe.
Through your tears their stories are told.
One hundred years ago.
—Paul Cameron
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